Ashley's Education
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Chapter 13
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 13 - Ashley's new life begins in college. Freed from her controlling parents and partially-funded by a fledging modeling career, there are new people to meet and mistakes to make. Sometimes the best lessons happen outside of the classroom.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Fiction School Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Oral Sex Petting Small Breasts
Walking along the lit path from Doyle’s dorm to her own, Ashley grinned thinking about Doyle. She liked him. She realized that somewhere between the craziness of the morning’s presentation kerfuffle and heading to his room to write the letter. He was interesting, driven, and seemed to like her for her mind as well as her body.
She hadn’t meant to get involved with him, she still didn’t have time for that, but maybe she could squeeze him in. They worked well together, challenged each other, and enjoyed spending time together. She hadn’t even realized how late it was, the day had flown by, and most of it had been spent with him. It even made all the frustrations of the day less ... overwhelming.
Entering her dorm building brought her back to the present though, she still had to have a conversation with Trish about Justin. With the way Trish had been recently regarding him, Ashley knew it wasn’t going to be a simple conversation. If only Trisha could have gotten together with less of a douchebag, it wouldn’t be so hard.
Ashley made her way through the halls and up the stairs to the second floor. There was no sign of Justin lurking in the hallway but there was always a possibility of him being in her room. She did not want to see him again today, or ever for that matter. She’d sooner sow her own vagina shut than let that guy anywhere near it. Luckily, as she opened the door to room 237, he wasn’t there.
“Well...” Trish said as soon as Ashley entered the room.
“Well ... what?” Ashley asked back, confused. Sure, she was home late, but it wasn’t like they had plans or anything. She didn’t need to check in with her roommate anymore, if it didn’t work the other way around.
Ashley tossed her bag on her bed, it was still messy from the morning, having left it to avoid Justin. She turned toward Trish to see the girl standing aggressively, her hands on her hips and nostrils flaring.
“Don’t you have anything to say for yourself?” Trish vaguely accused her without an explanation. Ashley hated this shit, it’s why her only real friend in high school was Nikki, who was direct and to the point.
Ashley rolled her eyes, “Trish, I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’ve had a mostly shit day, and I don’t feel like playing twenty questions. Either come out with it or don’t. If not, we’ve got to talk about Justin staying here again.”
“So, you DO know what I’m talking about. What are we going to do about this?”
Ashley was completely mystified by whatever conversation Trisha was having at that moment. It was like she’d walked home and crossed into another dimension or something. Ashley just stared blankly at Trisha, totally baffled.
“Well...” Ashley tried to navigate toward her own point, “ ... you could not have him sleep here anymore. If, on the off chance he does when I’m here, get him out before you leave.”
“Look, he was tired and didn’t get a lot of sleep last night; there’s no reason to scream at him and throw him out in his underwear.”
Clenching and releasing her fists to deal with her anger, Ashley tried to remain calm. “How am I supposed to change or get dressed or do anything with him hanging about. You knew I had an early class this morning. My presentation went tits-up, and we have to protest the mark with the professor. It shouldn’t be that hard to kick your drunken boyfriend out in the morning.”
Trish faltered slightly in her anger, “I-uh ... oh. You could have let him get dressed though and not embarrass him by booting him in his boxers.”
“I don’t know what kind of story he told you, but he freely walked out like that. He didn’t seem to care at all after asking me to join you two in a threesome.”
Trish shook her head, “He was joking, Ash. I know you hate him but he’s a funny guy when you get to know him. It wasn’t serious.”
“It sure seemed serious to me,” Ashley rebutted. “A joke is supposed to be funny and end in a punchline, otherwise it’s someone being a dick and pretending it was a joke after the fact.”
“I swear, he was joking...” Trish protested, “ ... he told me about it and that you took it too seriously. I get you’re under stress and all, and things with us haven’t been ... great; but you can’t take it out on my boyfriend.”
Ashley closed her eyes to reel herself in and did her best to remain calm. “Trish, I cared a lot about you, and you keep acting like I’m the villain here. You don’t ever have to be with me again, that’s fine. You can date whoever you want or just a new fling here every night if you want, that’s up to you. I’ve only ever wanted the best for you ... but don’t gaslight me with this shit, I know what I heard. Has he ever brought up a threesome before?”
“No.” Trish replied instantly, telling Ashley that it was likely true.
“Have you ever talked about wanting one before?”
Trisha shook her head, “I can barely handle one person at a time, let alone two. I’m not you, I can’t do something like that.”
Ashley did her best to ignore that comment, she could feel the judgement drip off it. She was happy with her choices and everything that came from it. She’d gladly do it again with others, if they were the right sort, and she was comfortable with them. She didn’t need anyone’s permission or approval to do what she does. She lived most of her life that way and swore never to do it again. She thought Trisha understood that about her, but it seemed not.
“Fine, but I don’t think this is over...” said Ashley turning back toward her bed to start undressing. She’d been wearing that outfit all day and it was so confining.
Trisha wasn’t quite done yet though, asking the obvious follow up, “What do you mean by that?”
Ashley unzipped her pencil skirt and tossed it in her hamper, then began to unbutton her blouse. “You know what it means. He’ll ask ... at some point, he’ll drop it somewhere in a conversation...”
“You’re so full of it,” Trisha said defensively. “Not everyone wants to sleep with you, you know?”
“Did you tell him about us? What we used to do?” Ashley’s voice grew colder, she didn’t appreciate it when Trisha became jealous, she wasn’t a good look on her. It brought all her insecurities to the surface.
Trish responded, “I mean ... some people know, or at least rumors swirled; your-”
Ashley cut it off there, “-I know. I’ve apologized enough for that. Did you tell him, because he certainly knew about it. He practically threw it in my face.”
“I thought it didn’t bother you?”
“It doesn’t.” Ashley said directly. “I’d take you out into the hall and eat you right there in front of everyone, I don’t care what they think ... but you do.”
Ashley’s words were poignant, but Trisha could help but blush as an image of that played out in her head. It had been months since the last time the two of them had messed around and Trisha couldn’t deny that she missed it. Sex with Justin was good, but he wasn’t as skilled at getting her off like Ashley was. Justin would never go down on her even when she begged. He always wanted her to do him though, which she didn’t enjoy.
“I know you’re braver than me. I could only dream to be half as fearless as you are; but I’m not. I’m just me.” Trisha lowered her head in shame and looked at the floor.
Ashley, who stood in nothing but her bra and panties, placed a hand under the girl’s chin. “You’ve always been more than enough, Trish. You still don’t see it yet, but I know it’s there; hidden away in a dark place waiting for its’ time to shine. You have to trust yourself to let it out.”
Trish chuckled, “Yeah, like you did? I’m DEFINITELY not that brave. I’m still shocked that you could let yourself do that.”
The mood lightened, it was almost like old times as Ashley laughed, “Yeah ... I mean, it was crazy but...” she thought for a bit. “ ... I don’t think it could have happened any other way. I was a prisoner in a cage I couldn’t see. That one little mistake led to who I am today and I’m happier for it. Though that’s the one thing I don’t tell people about ... it makes the guys look bad professionally.”
“Why’d you tell me then?”
Ashley smiled, “I knew you deserved to know and I trust you, even with everything ... you know...”
“Yeah. I’ll talk to Justin,” Trisha said with some thought. “I’ll let him know you were uncomfortable and I’ll make sure he leaves when I do.”
“Thank you.” Ashley said appreciatively then couldn’t help add one more thing. “ ... and -um, don’t feel pressured if you’re uncomfortable too. You have a choice to say no.”
“What does that mean?” Now Trisha was confused.
They were having a nice conversation, Ashley wasn’t sure she wanted to get into it but she’d already stuck her foot in her mouth.
“I-um, I overheard things last night ... when he was over.”
Trisha understood right away, “Ah, I should have guessed the ‘be quiet’ was coded. Still helping me, I see.”
Ashley flashed a guilty smile before proceeding, “I couldn’t help it, but I’ll be honest ... I thought about keeping my mouth shut.”
“I would have deserved it after being a jerk to you last night.” Trish fiddled with her hands uncomfortably. “He’s been wanting it like that for a while but I’m not on anything and I’m not comfortable with doing it without protection.”
“Then don’t do it. It’s your choice and you know you’d have to deal with the consequences, if you know what I mean. At least you thought about it, I got so caught up in everything during my first time that I didn’t think about it till it was over and I was getting ready to go. I had to get one of those next-day pill things till I got on proper birth control.”
“Is it really that different? Why do guys want it so much?”
Ashley thought about it for a moment. “For me, it doesn’t feel that different, like physically. It’s a little better, like you can feel them a bit more, but that might just be in my head. But really, that’s the big thing, the mental aspect of it that I love so much. It’s the natural but naughty part, knowing he’s going to burst inside me. It doesn’t really feel like much, more a sensation or warmth when he’s doing the deed.”
“You make it sound so good...” Trish looked a little flushed.
Ashley grinned, “It is good, when you’re with the right person...”
“ ... or people, in your case.”
Ashley laughed, “Yeah, I’ve got a good couple of those. What’s even better is having a friend to eat it out of you afterwards, or you do them. Now that’s a tasty treat.”
“That’s gross! Eww!” Trisha recoiled and scrunched up her face in disgust.
“Hey, don’t knock it till you’ve tried it. It combines two of my favorite things into one manageable, lickable, snack.”
“You do that, I’d rather have chocolate and peanut butter.” Trish went silent before asking, “So, do you think I should ... let him, you know...?”
“Trish, I’m not going to tell you what to do. You have to decide that for yourself; just don’t let him bully you if you aren’t ready for it. You can always say no and if he doesn’t like it, kick him in the balls and find me ... and I’ll kick him even harder.”
Trisha giggled, “Thanks Ash. Can I ... would it be ok if I slept with you tonight?”
“Trish...” Ashley wasn’t sure about this. They were getting along for the moment, but she didn’t want to start any bad habits again.
Trish missed their connection though, “Please ... just tonight, like we used to. No funny business, I promise.”
“You swear? I won’t find your fingers sneaking their way down?” Ashley said it while she had two fingers walking along Trisha’s arm, tickling her.
“I want to, but I promise I won’t ... please?” she begged again.
Ashley fought with herself but ultimately relented. She missed sleeping with her too, maybe she’d be able to get a decent night’s rest for the first time since Christmas. “Ok, just tonight.”
The two girls got ready for bed, brushed their teeth, cleaned up, before they stripped down to nothing. Ashley crawled under the covers first and Trish climbed in beside her and cuddled up close. When the lights turned off, they spooned each other, Ashley as the big and Trisha as the small, like they used to do.
Ashley pushed aside all the due dates and schedules for the night. She’d have to work extra hard tomorrow to catch up, but she figured one night wouldn’t be the end of the world. She could smell Trish’s shampoo, felt the softness of her skin, and the warmth of her body. It was nice, even if it was for only one fleeting night.
“Ash...” Trish asked through the darkness. “If I asked you to be in a threesome, would you do it?”
“In a heartbeat,” Ashley answered honestly, “but not with Justin. I’ll never let him touch me. Why?”
“I was just curious. I miss you, I miss this ... If I ever were to get ... um ... adventurous like that, I’d want you there. I’d like you to be a part of it.”
Ashley kissed her neck, “You’re already adventurous, I mean, look where you’re sleeping right now. Give yourself credit, when you arrived here, did you ever think you’d be sleeping naked in another girl’s bed? Would that shy, introverted Nebraska girl ever think about going down on another girl? Would she be sleeping with a guy, a complete prick, but a guy on a regular basis? No, because you’ve opened up to new things.”
When Trish rolled over to face her, Ashley knew they were treading on dangerous grounds once more. “That’s because of you. I’ve only done any of that stuff because you’re so caring and warm and patient...” Trisha’s lips got closer; alarm bells rang in Ashley’s head, but she didn’t move. “ ... understanding ... beautiful ... sexy...”
Their lips were inches apart; Ashley could feel warm breath across her lips. She wanted to lean in and kiss her, hard. Tear the sheets off the bed and attack Trish’s body, play with her tits and bury three fingers in her pussy. She wanted to bring her to the utmost edge, then let her writhe, desperate and begging, until Trish could take no more. Then she’d bury her face between Trish’s legs and sloppily kiss her female folds until her pussy rained cum all over her face ... but Ashley moved her lips away. Trish rolled back over.
Ashley placed her arms back around her waist, arms just below the base of her soft breasts. It was hard to turn her down, but it was the right thing to do. Neither of them were in the right headspace to fall back on old habits, but it killed her to do it.
“If you asked...” Trisha’s voice was soft like a kitten’s coat, “ ... I’d say yes.”
Ashley didn’t understand. “If I asked what?”
“For a threesome, if you asked ... I’d do it with you.”
Ashley pressed her lips to Trisha’s neck again, “That’s sweet, but I’d never ask. You’re with Justin and I’m ... not really sure right now. Besides, when you know you’re ready ... I won’t have to ask.”
A few days later, Ashley met Doyle before their Economics lecture. They hadn’t seen each other since Ashley left his dorm room; the late-night chat and cuddle with Trish had caused more of a backlog in Ashley’s schoolwork than she’d anticipated. The time allowed her to think it through, making sure she wasn’t rushing into anything. That would be if they were to continue where they left off before the untimely interruption. She was fine with sex, if that was all it would be. But, in case it became more, she wanted to know she wasn’t doing it as a rebound or to get back at Trisha.
Students gathered outside the lecture hall waiting for the previous class to finish so they could take their seats. People lingered about, chatting and catching up in little clusters, and checking their phones for the time. Ashley walked through the crowd, her knee-length pleated skirt swished sexily as she walked. She could feel the eyes of her fellow students checking her out; mostly male but there were a few female glances as well. Her eyes scanned the crowd looking for his face. She found it at the back of the hall, leaning against a wall chatting to a couple of guys. She smiled as she approached and he gave her a wave. The guys he was with glanced over and did a double take.
“Hey Ash, how’s it going?” Doyle asked.
“Hey, not bad. Still catching up on things. Hey guys...” Ashley felt she should acknowledge the other two not to be rude.
“Oh right, Ash, this is Lance and Chaz. Guys, this is Ashley.” Doyle leaned in and added, “they’re in the Thursday seminar.”
“Ah. Nice to meet you both.” Ashley said politely.
“Yeeeah ... Nice you meet ... wait,” Lance tripped over his words, he suddenly looked really nervous. “Nice to meet you too.”
Chaz laughed, “Don’t mind him, he’s afraid of girls ... especially ones that look like you.”
“I’m just like everyone else, nothing special,” she deflected. “Anyway, we’re here to learn Economics, you know, once we can get in the door.”
Doyle checked the time again, “Yeah, looks like whoever’s in there is running a bit long.”
“You haven’t heard anything from the professor about our complaint yet, have you?”
“Nah, nothing. I was just talking to these guys about it; it’s still bullshit. If I hear anything though, I’ll let you know.”
The doors of the lecture hall burst open, and students started spilling out into the crowded hallway. There was a lot of pushing and shoving as people tried to get by. Ashley got bumped into Doyle, who managed to catch her before she fell onto the ground.
“You ok?” asked Doyle.
“Yeah, some people are pretty rude,” she complained, looking at the mass of people moving around like scurrying rats. When the room emptied out, the next class headed in, with Ashley funneling in with Doyle and his friends. They got some reasonable seats and Ashley pulled out her notepad as class began.
Ashley scribbled notes with her pen and paper as everyone else worked on laptops, phones, and tablets. She preferred the tactile feeling of writing. She felt she absorbed the information better when writing it out on a physical page rather than mindlessly typing away. Every so often she’d look at Doyle engrossed in the lecture; and every once in a while, she’d catch him looking at her. It was almost like a game of who could sneak a peek at the other without getting caught while also making sure to still get comprehensive notes.
By the time the lecture ended, Ashley had to shake a few cramps out of her hand following the long lecture. She stood up, made sure her skirt didn’t lift to show anyone else her goods, and exited the lecture hall. She followed Doyle out and they stopped a little way from the crowd.
“What now?” Ashley asked, while observing the ebb and flow of students leaving and entering the lecture hall.
Doyle looked at her, “I don’t know, when’s your next class?”
“Not for a couple hours, you?”
“In an hour, seminar...”
With the way he said it, Ashley could hear the disappointment in his voice. If she had to wager, she’d bet he wanted to continue from where they left off last time; she wouldn’t have minded either. Sadly, it just wasn’t enough time, and she also didn’t have a lot of time to spare. They’d have to find something else, something less fun, to do.
“Wanna go to the library?” Doyle asked.